Turnaround Desto Dubb & Warhol.SS
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[Intro]
(?) (Wheres yo passion) (On the bag?) (?)
Aye, (Thank you fizzle)
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Aye, Walking out a trap looking for the quickest turn around
We not doin' no tresspassing, nigga we gone gun him down
Draws and them titties, fifties and the hundred rounds
Kick down the door, lay it down, better not make a sound
Pressure in my wood that's eight feet
Real boss nigga I don't fake beef
Playing with that money, it's a late fee
They'll get me, we take his body, get to taping
[Verse 1: Warhol.SS]
I don't fuck pale hoes they look pasty
It's a thot, beat it down, ain't no cake in it
In the kitchen cook it up with a apron
I don't need swine so I fuck with turkey bacon
I might roll another one, I don't do the vaping
Straight facts
Walking like I'm diddy now, take that, take that
Niggas rockin' fools gold, thought he signed an 8-track
Tints so dark I can't see nothing in this Maybach
We ain't coming in, big boss, we on jets bitch
Lay a nigga down, see it's different how that Tec hit
Ace poppin, it's a big bottle on my Meek shit
And I know you ain't no broke nigga on that cheap shit
(?) (Wheres yo passion) (On the bag?) (?)
Aye, (Thank you fizzle)
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Aye, Walking out a trap looking for the quickest turn around
We not doin' no tresspassing, nigga we gone gun him down
Draws and them titties, fifties and the hundred rounds
Kick down the door, lay it down, better not make a sound
Pressure in my wood that's eight feet
Real boss nigga I don't fake beef
Playing with that money, it's a late fee
They'll get me, we take his body, get to taping
[Verse 1: Warhol.SS]
I don't fuck pale hoes they look pasty
It's a thot, beat it down, ain't no cake in it
In the kitchen cook it up with a apron
I don't need swine so I fuck with turkey bacon
I might roll another one, I don't do the vaping
Straight facts
Walking like I'm diddy now, take that, take that
Niggas rockin' fools gold, thought he signed an 8-track
Tints so dark I can't see nothing in this Maybach
We ain't coming in, big boss, we on jets bitch
Lay a nigga down, see it's different how that Tec hit
Ace poppin, it's a big bottle on my Meek shit
And I know you ain't no broke nigga on that cheap shit
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